With great mirth and melodye,
With minstrells playing, and trumpetts soundinge,
With drumes striking loud and hye.
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The ffirst race that Spencer run,
I-wis hee run itt wonderous sore;
He [hitt] the knight vpon his brest,
But his speare itt burst, and wold touch noe more.
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‘But euer alacke,’ said Spencer then,